He did not expect that his violent boxing skills did not defeat his opponent. Instead, they were all blocked by his opponent's impeccable sword skills, which even made his arms numb.
The next moment, the exclamations around the arena turned into endless cheers again.
It had only been a few dozen breaths since the battle began, but within this short period of time, countless nervous human warriors seemed to be on a roller coaster, their moods kept rising and falling rapidly, and their hearts almost stopped nervously. Beating, at this moment, many human warriors discovered that from the first moment the young man dragging the long knife upside down jumped onto the ring, their hearts were firmly grasped by the young man.
Regardless of whether they had known each other before, this young man's figure and face were firmly engraved in everyone's hearts at this moment.
This kind of bond between compatriots of the same race that blood is thicker than water and cannot be separated.
"come on!"
"Crazy Sword, Crazy Sword!"
Countless warriors roared regardless of their appearance.
The passion is burning.
After Zhang Fan gave everyone hope twice in a row, the emotions of the human warriors were completely aroused and they began to cheer for Zhang Fan crazily.
The scene started to get crazy.
…
"This..." Ah Jin became excited, "There is really hope, haha, there is really hope to win!"
Many warriors around also raised their arms and shouted.
After the initial shock, the tall and thin disciple in black clothes from the Purple Spirit Sect slowly calmed down and said, "Don't be too happy. The Black Mountain Demon Emperor has not yet used his demon power and has not yet exploded with real power..."
"What do you mean? Don't you want the human race to win?" A Jin said angrily.
The tall and thin disciple in black snorted coldly: "Of course I hope to win, but don't have too much hope for the people of Wenjian Sect."
Ah Jin wanted to say something more, but Ding Hao shook his head slightly, stopped him, and continued to watch the battle in the ring.
…
"Very good, your strength has aroused my interest." The Black Mountain Demon Emperor held his hands in the void, and two huge black scimitars appeared in his hands. The blades were curved like the moon, with demon patterns shining on them. It's a terrifying weapon.
"This pair of scimitars is named after my shed two horns, which were tempered by a master forger. Ever since I, the Demon Emperor, achieved great success, I have rarely used them. You are both lucky and unlucky. You will You should be proud to see their power and die under them.”
The Black Mountain Demon Emperor held two swords in his hands, his aura increased, and his whole person was enveloped in black demon flames.
A heavy spiritual deterrent spread.
But Zhang Fan's face was always as calm as an unchanging rock, and his answer always had only two words -
"Long-winded."
The words have not yet finished.
The Black Mountain Demon Emperor's figure has disappeared from where he was.
Zhang Fan held the sword in both hands and unfolded it. The dense sword light was like a tidal wall of light, enveloping him in it. Almost at the same time, four figures of the Black Mountain Demon Emperor appeared in front, back and left, with eight scimitars. Like black lightning at dawn, it struck Zhang Fan from eight extremely strange angles.
Ding ding ding ding!
The sound of the blade impacting, whether light or heavy, rapid or slow, came out crazily.
Both of them are masters of swordsmanship, and their swordsmanship has reached the level of proficiency. They are not just fighting head-on.
The Black Mountain Demon Emperor is like a black torrent, and the entire arena is almost covered by black demon flames. From the beginning, a figure transformed into four, four into eight, sixteen into sixteen, sixteen into thirty-two... and finally it was densely packed everywhere. They were all in his figure, and it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake, so they all swung their swords to kill them.
Zhang Fan stood in the center of the ring, as still as a rock.
He didn't move even a step from beginning to end.
No matter how weird the Black Mountain Demon Emperor's sword moves were, how exquisite his figure was, and how many incarnations he had, Zhang Fan never dodge.
Even the speed at which he drew his sword became slower and slower. He slashed out one sword at a time. Even a person with low strength could catch the path of his sword. It seemed to be full of countless flaws, but However, he was able to deflect the black blade that was slashing at him every time. The Black Mountain Demon Emperor's sword speed, which was completely beyond the sight range of ordinary warriors, was completely blocked by Zhang Fan's slow sword.
This scene is extremely weird, but it actually happened.
Many people stood up in shock at the seats where the top powerhouses of the Demon Clan were sitting in the distance.
"This kind of swordsmanship...how could a small swordsman like this appear in front of such a peerless swordsmanship genius?"
"I have touched the path of swordsmanship. It is more skillful than craftsmanship, and more skillful than clumsy. If I can go one step further, it will be the ultimate in swordsmanship."
The absolute strong men of the demon race who were above the top couldn't help but admire him.
The Black Mountain Demon Emperor is a genius among the demon clan, especially in swordsmanship. He has attainments that even many saint-level experts can't compare to. However, this human boy, whether it is strength or sword skills, can actually compete with the Black Mountain Demon. How could the emperor resist in court, especially since this young man was born in a desert of human martial arts like Xuezhou, which was not shocking.
The seating area where the top human race officials were sitting was also filled with admiration.
"Another peerless genius!"
"Haha, Head Li Lan, Wenjian Sect is about to flourish. With such talents, why not worry about rising."
"Ding Hao and Zhang Fan, if you get one of these two geniuses, you can compete in the Northern Territory. Head Li Lan, you have two future supreme figures. It won't take long for the Wenjian Sect to become a human sect in the Northern Territory." It’s top-notch.”
"Master Wang, you are our number one swordsman in the Northern Territory, and you are also one of the top swordsmen of our human race in the Northern Territory. In your opinion, what kind of swordsmanship does this young man from the Sword Asking Sect named Zhang Fan perform?" ?”
"Unheard of, full of ancient meaning, Wang is ashamed. He has never seen this kind of wide opening and closing sword technique. It looks simple, but its subtlety is definitely not inferior to mine. It seems... Well, it seems to be the same as Ding Hao's original sword technique. The intermediary combat skills are the same."
"Eh? Master Wang, when you said that, I suddenly felt that this was the case. Could it be that this set of sword techniques was passed down to Zhang Fan by Ding Hao?"
"These younger generations of geniuses cannot be judged by common sense. The waves behind the river push the waves ahead, and we are all old."
Seeing Zhang Fan's outstanding performance, all the leaders of the human race breathed a sigh of relief. Even if Zhang Fan finally lost this life and death battle, he would definitely have won dignity for the human race, as long as he could save this young man's life. , with a little more refinement in the future, he is another young supreme, who is enough to influence the overall situation of the two clans.
Among the group of ordinary warriors in the distance.
"Beautiful, great, I declare that Zhang Fan is now my second idol." Ah Jin shouted excitedly.
The arrogant Black Mountain Demon Emperor was resisted by Zhang Fan, and the human race had a chance to win. This was definitely an unexpected surprise.
Ding Hao watched the game quietly.
After three years, Zhang Fan's strength has improved even more crazily than he imagined. That movie really has the secret of heaven and earth, and it fits Zhang Fan extremely well, allowing this mediocre Orion boy to become a master in six years. Ding Hao was also happy for Zhang Fan as he found an absolute master who could withstand the peak Martial Emperor.
It is said that Zhang Fan later wrote out the silent writing and gave it to Li Lan, and selected some disciples from the Wenjian Sect to practice, but the effect was very average, and almost no one could persist. Occasionally, a few disciples who successfully completed the first small stage of practice, The growth in strength is also extremely limited and cannot be compared with Zhang Fan's progress.
Ding Hao guessed that there might be some incomprehensible coincidences.
It's as if this movie was specially created for Zhang Fan.
This may be because everything is destined.
With Ding Hao's eyes, he couldn't see clearly where the peak of Zhang Fan's combat power was now. Ding Hao couldn't figure out the secret. But one thing is that if you master the power of ten emperors, it will definitely not be the superposition of the power of ten emperor-level peak experts.
This time it was Zhang Fan who took the initiative to challenge.
I hope he can create his own miracle.
Ding Hao actually sweated in his hands.
More than ten meters away, the tall and thin disciple in black clothes from the Purple Spirit Sect was dumbfounded. Such a situation was completely beyond his expectation. How could the Sword Sect have such a terrifying master besides Ding Hao? Will Zong’s revenge plan never be realized
"It's impossible, he can't win, he definitely can't win," the tall and slender disciple in black shook his head and muttered to himself: "He can't hold on for long, he must have used something that intensifies his potential and overdraws his life..."
Everyone around him glared at him.
…
In the arena.
Ding ding ding ding!
The sound of densely packed long knives hitting each other continued to be heard.
Sudden-
"puff!"
Blood spurts out.
The Black Mountain Demon Emperor's figure that filled the sky instantly merged into one and retreated.
Blood spurted out from Zhang Fan's shoulder, and the huge Yum Saber in his hand was broken into two pieces. The half blade was covered with large and small white cracks and could break at any time.
Zhang Fan frowned and looked at the long knife in his hand, but said nothing.
A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the Black Mountain Demon Emperor opposite: "Your sword is not good."
The two swords in his hands only have some faint traces of white. The two scimitars were cast from part of his own body, and were injected with the aura of the holy level by the forging demon master. Their toughness is comparable to that of a divine weapon. It especially fits him. When he performs the sword technique, it is as flexible as his own arm.
The Yum Victory Saber in Zhang Fan's hand is made of the finest barbaric iron from Baiman Mountain. Although it is extremely extraordinary and was blessed by Ding Hao's inscription last night, after all, it has shortcomings both in nature and in the face of it. , and eventually broke.